It wasn’t my choice at all
I wish things were different
How could they be though
Not unless I give up who I am
I wasn’t always like this you know
If I were a number lets round up
Then one day I said lets go very low
Cute became dashing in months
Known suddenly was reality
And with it their reactions changed
No longer was the mind my appeal
But other muscles as if made of steel
Add the interests and talents instilled
My ability with words to turn a phrase
Apparently the gentleman now became a threat
The taken fear attraction and disloyalty
Not many will stay or they’ll remain distant
The independents wanted too fast or only fun
And if I didn’t give them what they wanted
Frustration ensued and they vanish to the next
All I wanted was good conversation and company
To be so trusting now was not to be trusted
Many fear an honest discussion that can help
But instead run and focus on their own self
Some may stay in touch but won’t hang out much
Until the One shows up that can be given a ring
It’s frustrating for me as I will admit that in the end
Right now what I’d like and all I wanted was just a friend. . .
Novatourist 